| The Unicorn A Unicorn stands beautiful Bathed in a mystic light The glow is a shining fiery hue Confronts the silent night 'O come to me my children' The Unicorn has said A horn lies nestled between his ears Atop his wise old head 'O come to me my children Can you not hear my cry?' The Unicorn despairs at his solitude Must he alone die? Then out of the forest dark Comes a young Unicorn, trembles as he cries 'O Father bad news I bring, they are gone, Though it may be no surprise. 'Where have they gone, can you seek them?' The old monarch asks The young one knows not how To respond to this daunting task. And yet as he stands there Still so lovely and proud The young Unicorn Is impressively cowed And so sets off Among the forest gloom To find the rest of his kin And save the old one from a bitter doom He comes across them by the stream And calls to them endearing But they can only wonder At the young ones meaning. For they have forgotten The horn they hold They cannot feel Their blood's run cold And so the young one forces Them to look into the stream And see their own reflection For their lives were just a dream. And they cry out in recognition At the lovely beings they see And their bewilderment is gone And their souls are set free And so they race behind The young Unicorn who is no more For he grew old before he found What he was looking for. And they came across the wise one Who calls them to his side And bids them not forget themselves Nor ever try to hide. And with these parting words he died And the forest was rent with angry tears That he should have left them Alone with their fears As the night was vanquished By the dawning of the sun. So although with aching hearts They stand together as one. |